Gizmo

I figure we can run the sparing like a regular fight, only they're just trying to 'tag' each other, so there's no actual damage. Oh, and Nadia's pretty much entitled to use whatever means she likes to knock Jack upside the head. That'll teach him not to call 'no powers'... or 'no special forces, hand-to-hand training', as the case may be. Initiative (1d20:5+9=14)

"Good looking and prone to extraordinarily poor judgment," Jack mused under his breath. "My kinda gal." Running to an open space closer to the balcony, he called out to the powerful beings above in a voice that cut through the crowd, hoping to distract the tournament's organizers long enough for Dark Star to do as Acheville had suggested. "My lords! I beg you, forgive my impetuous cousin! I fear the hot-blooded reputation of House Anduril's women is well earned!" he chuckled. "You see how she would challenge only the greatest of Freedom Reach, eager to make her name! A streak of ambition she inherited from my good aunt, I expect," he added with a wry wink. "Let this teach me to let a noble lady of the Western Territories out of my sight, eh?"

Alright, we need an adjective to go along with 'Interceptors'! I'm thinking 'Incomparable'. Either that or 'Improbably Good Looking'.

I'm choosing to interpret that as meaning that Jack is a bad ass, and was singled out for attack because of it. You gotta take out the biggest threat first, amirite? Just 9 rounds until the next roll to recover from unconsciousness!

"Leeeee-roooooy.... Jenkins!" EDIT: Jack's running a Bluff; (12:01:46) FreedomBot: Gizmo rolls 1d20 and gets 15. (15+21=36)

Jack followed the crowd into the courtyard, forgoing his conversation with the registrar in favour of finding his way back to Archeville and Dark Star. He took a deep breath when Centurion appeared on the balcony. Seeing the man who represented the very best a hero could be in the flesh was profound, even though he'd been expecting it. When Omega stepped forward as well, the swordsman nearly choked on that breath, coughing wildly for a moment before he could compose himself. "Hold on," he said, holding his hands before him as though willing the scene to pause until he was ready. "That can't be the Omega, right? I mean, the one who... It's not our Centurion, obviously, 'cause... uh. Hoo. This is way screwy. It was already screwy, but this is 'turn it up to eleven' screwy. Screwy, the final frontier. Screwy, it's what's for dinner." Jack glanced between the other heroes. "I'll stop now."

Of course. I don't think I'll actually bother, though. If Jack wakes up now, he'll still be disabled. If I wait for him to wake up normally I might be able to use the point for Inspire before he passes out again from the strain. Unless the rest of you can deal with these punks before then!

I'ma just sayin'.

The big guys are supposed to be slow, Jack thought indignantly as the demon's fists streaked towards him. Why are they never slow?! White hot pain was followed immediately by the numbness of unconsciousness as the swashbuckler was sent flying through the air to collide with a nearby building. The impact released a flurry of brick chips, and Jack fell limply to the ground, resting in a bloodied pile.

Nice. I guess he can't get any more unconscious and disabled... Constitution check to recover from unconsciousness. (1d20+1=7) And he's not waking up anytime soon! See you in ten rounds, folks. All of this has got to constitute a hero point worthy setback, right? Right?

Well, that seem a bit... excessive. Any chance of having All-Star swing by and catch him? I mean, he's going to be in the air for a while, right?

Y'know, you'd think +15 Defense would let Jack avoid getting hit at least some of the time... Toughness save vs. DC 36 (1d20+5=8) Can you say, "Spending a hero point to reroll?" I thought you could! Rerolled Toughness save vs. DC 36 (1d20.minroll(11)+5=17) Jack gets knocked the hell out. Assuming that was lethal damage, thanks goodness for free Diehard, huh? How far does that send him?

"Not so much talent as a complete lack of social life and obsessive patrolling," Jack admitted with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his head ruefully. "Whatever works, right? Jill shrugged self-consciously, hiding a small smile. "Well, not yet. I'm starting pre-med at FCU next year." "She's a prodigy," her brother insisted. "She was correcting the school nurse when she was in Grade 7." "That's mostly because we didn't have a very good nurse," Jill replied, trying not to look too pleased with herself. "Plus I get a lot of practice on the human punching bag over there." Before Jack could respond to Kristian's challenge, a series of sharp knocks rang out from the foyer. Being the closest to the entrance, the swordsman walked over to open the door. "Hey, Doc! Didn't think you'd be able to make it! You're just in time to see me be awesome." Leading the scientist-turned-conductor into the kitchen, Jack placed his sombrero upside down on the counter, depositing his prop vihuela inside the hat. Making sure the blinds were closed, he moved into an open area and beckoned to the teenaged reaper with one hand. "Alright, kid, come at me."

Jack gave Nadia a long look as he slowly realized her meaning. After a moment he laughed aloud. "You are one legitimately hardcore lady, you know that? Alright, I tell you what, let's make this interesting." Ducking inside his room he snatched a pair of blunted practice foils from his box of equipment. Tossing one to the teleporter, he gestured down the hallway towards the base's hub and, beyond that, the training room. "Each hit you get on me, I answer one question, guaranteed honesty, no evasions. I hit you, you have to answer one of my questions. First to three hits wins."

Hmm, how about it, Doc? Can we take the liberty of spending that point apiece for All-Star and Velocity, given that they'd previously agreed to it?

Jack placed one leg out in front of the other and pulled the pant leg up just enough to reveal his ankle. "Hey, it'd be a crime not to," he grinned. "As far as I can tell, his primary reason for existence is grossing me way out," Jill sighed, rolling her eyes. "Beyond that, he hits the bad guys till they don't get up no more." It was obscured by the twang of her affected drawl, but there was a note of genuine pride in her voice. "Plus he has a tendency to absorb ridiculous amounts of bodily injury, which I'm expected to fix," she chided accusingly. "I manipulate energy into semi-solid, sword-like constructs, Lynn," Jack explained, ignoring his sister though the corner of his mouth quirked up affectionately. "As a rule of thumb, if it's glowy, I can stab folks with it. Fire, electricity, laser beams, eldritch energies beyond the ken of mortal man..."

Jack bristled a bit at the suggestion that he'd 'given in', but he wasn't going to argue semantics. As he saw it, allowing Colt and Blink to bring their firearms into his neighbourhood was a risky but calculated gamble, trusting for the time being that they could use them for the greater good. The gunslingers didn't know it yet, but if anything went wrong because of their choice of weapon, they'd be accountable to him. "Not much to be letting on to," he said airily, but Nadia's training allowed her to recognize the slight defensiveness of his posture, a tautness which suggested readying for an attack. "Guns are messy, I'm not what you'd call a fan. Nothing against you or the cowboy; everybody's got their hot buttons, right?"

Well, it's not too much of a stretch to have All-Star and/or Velocity called away to help the Freedom League with some huge threat while the rest of us hold down the fort in Freedom. That said, anyone have any thoughts as to getting word out about the new url? Any chance a forwarding address could be set up at the old site, even temporarily?

These should all be easy edits for Jack. Equipment 1 [1pp] - spending 4ep on the Interceptor's shared equipment, and banking 1ep until he hits PL11 Inspire 5 [3pp] - buying up the remaining 3 ranks to max out the effect And, in the ongoing effort to turn Jack's energy awareness into what it really should have been in the first place, [1pp] to add 'ranged' to it: Super-Senses 3 [ranged, acute energy awareness] - 3 pp Sandman gives you edits!

"Weapons...?" Jack gave Nadia a perplexed look before realization dawned. "Oh! Ha, not exactly." He slid the box inside the storage room next to the door, resolving to unpack it at a later time. With his hands free, the young man withdrew his lighter from his pocket, flicking it open with a flourish. With a slight application of will, tendrils of flame rose from the spark, curling lazily through the air to his opposite hand, where they entwined themselves into a flickering rapier. As the sword solidified in his hand, Jack snapped the lighter closed and put it away. "'Jack of all Blades' isn't what you'd call a metaphorical title, y'know?" Placing his palm upward, he allowed the fiery implement to disappear. "Guns. I 'am having issues' with guns."

Epilogue II piques my interest. C'mon, Baron Samedi? Jack doesn't have a ridiculous will save for nothing! Besides, he wouldn't mind a shot at punching out a god. That said, I don't have a problem with I or III, either.

Jack quirked an eyebrow when Nadia mentioned wanting to get him alone, but didn't say anything. There's banter, and then there's kicking someone while they're down. He got the distinct impression that the social development hadn't been a big priority at Spetsnaz Elementary or wherever the taciturn woman had grown up. He accepted the guard and tossed it back in the box before picking the whole thing up again. "Hey, no worries! I'm not making you carrying anything because I'm a little jumpy. Mama Of All Blades' favourtie son is nothing if not a gentleman. And extraordinarily good looking," he added after a brief pause. Alright, so maybe a little banter. He resumed walking towards his storage room in the base, gesturing for Nadia talk as they walked.

Jack hadn't bothered to move into his new living space much; with his family's home relatively close by, he could pick up various items as he needed them over time. As Nadia came upon him, however, he was carrying a box of his training equipment to stow below ground, including his practice foils, padded clothing and masks. The swordsman expected he'd be doing more training in-costume and with powers at the Underground, but it made sense to have everything he usually used on hand, if only until he had settled on a new regimen. He nodded back as the pensive looking woman walked past. Jack was still getting used to appearing to his new teammates out of costume, but it simply wasn't practical for him to wear his mask all of the time. Fortunately, none of them had any reason to know who Eric Espadas was and they seemed content for the most part with simply referring to him as Jack, providing the cautious young man with a thin layer of anonymity. He felt the energy released by teleportation a split second before Nadia appeared suddenly before him and reacted on startled reflex. The box of equipment clattered to the floor and the swashbuckler back-flipped away, landing on his feet several paces away holding a foil he had somehow managed to draw from the box as it fell. Almost immediately he stood from his crouch, rubbing the back of his head and coughing to cover his embarrassment. "Give a guy some warning, huh?" he grinned good-naturedly. He replaced the training weapon in the box and leaned against the corridor wall. "What's on your mind?"

Jack of all Blades The Days of High Adventure Carnival in the Park Ghoulies and Ghosties and Long-Legged Beasties Invasion! - West End Interceptors: A 'Chance' Meeting [Jack/Blink] Interceptors - Setting up Shop

Jill eyes widened in surprise, then her face split into a broad smile. "Ohmigod, that's fantastic!" the teenager exclaimed, bouncing on the ball of her feet and clapping. Jack glanced over from his conversation with Colt and rolled his eyes. "Now there's exactly what I need, 3.1 surround sound..." he sighed. "Being a super wet blanket doesn't actually count as a power, hermano," his sister responded sweetly. Jill turned back to Lynn. "Too bad about my brother bringing the average down," she drawled, placing her gloved hand on her hip and giving Colt and Kristian an exaggeratedly appraising look. "I suppose it's not a total loss, though, hmm?" "No," Jack stated, pointing a finger at her. He immediately turned to face his male housemates, repeating, "No." After a moment's pause he looked back to the shapeshifters and narrowed his eyes pensively. "Also no. Just... in case."